If I awake without you in my eyes despise me if I try to fake my love please break my back and spurn my words…
Comments closedIf I awake without you in my eyes despise me if I try to fake my love please break my back and spurn my words…
Comments closedSeeking art in minds of simple men’s fey shadows wrong-sides me. I am a plain man yet I see an argument for brighter lights as…
Comments closedWe once ‘camped’ as you phrased it in a swamp for seven days. The heat haze and humidity were inconsequent compared with where we waded…
Comments closedBefore the question arises, before some anesthetized, semi-literate and politically exacerbated lickspittle poses the inevitable ask, the answer is no, I’m not. My wife is,…
Comments closedYou are the Survivor who lived through an accident, an illness, a bad experience and stayed alive – except you didn’t, part of you died.…
Comments closedPipiwharauroa of my youth shine on me with your voice sing your sweet notes clear dream me into summer days. Shining cuckoo, come again to…
Comments closedDeluded into assured belief by signs complete with distance travelled both ways, arrows naming destinies and histories discrete yet incomplete; if meaning exists it will…
Comments closedThe sadness of it is you’ve done no wrong – you are a victim of the clique which sweeps the streets, the moral police who…
Comments closedWhere the mountain stands clear of the plain and the tussock waves ripple in wind-wood applause the seagulls praise a bounty of sweet water, wings…
Comments closedThere is clarity of thought at 3am, a clarity that won’t exist when day begins – an ease of finding rhythms in the words that…
Comments closedI am a man and need not change the way I am; I’m free of toilet agonies and trained by mother’s hand to competence. I…
Comments closeddwelling in uncertainty that vacillates between despair and hopelessness swamped in depths of darkened introspection edged with silver chalices dispensing only misery – oh, is…
Comments closedYou didn’t guise your query as a question – it was a statement part concealing some vague need; I felt no pressure then in answering.…
Comments closedcoffee’s a dream and warm French bread compliments where croissants will cloy a sentiment already appraised it is simplicity raised where taste remains pure and…
Comments closedHaving guarded admiration for those hardy souls who play with gravity will still not make me easily a bungee fan. I agree it takes a…
Comments closedA few kind words, what can be bought with that? In essence just a clique of prose, a verb, a noun, perhaps an adjectival phrase…
Comments closedI just record these things, he said, it’s what I see; if you can take a meaning then that’s surely fine by me. First, a…
Comments closedso what do you do have another beer, stir the bolognaise or shoot something? You can try all without guarantee ennui will abate in a…
Comments closedHe clings to substance of his dreams, those sure things he’s always been aware of the tried and true assure him of surcease; scent of…
Comments closedTalk to me of love with wonder in your eyes of limber magics veiling through the air of supple silks a-trailing in a vintage plume…
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